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Poetry and prison have always been neighbors.

Roberto Bolano

I kept having dreams all night. I thought they were touching me with their fingers. But dreams don’t have fingers, they have fists, so it must have been scorpions.
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Dreams Fingers Thinking Touching
One should read Borges more.
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Book Oneself Reading
So everything lets us down, including curiosity and honesty and what we love best. Yes, said the voice, but cheer up, it’s fun in the end.
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Curiosity End Fun Honesty Voice
If life is misery, why do we endure it?
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Endurance Life Misery
I’ll tell you, my friends: it’s all in the nerves. The nerves that tense and relax as you approach the edges of companionship and love. The razor-sharp edges of companionship and love.
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Approach Edge Friendship Love Nerve
Poetry is the one thing that isn’t contaminated, the one thing that isn’t part of the game.
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Contamination Game Poetry
I realized my happiness was artificial. I felt happy because I saw the others were happy and because I knew I should feel happy, but I wasn’t really happy.
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Feeling Happiness Myself Realize
The moon is fat and the night air is so pure it seems edible.
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Edible Fat Moon Night Purity
Every book in the world is out there waiting to be read by me.
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Book Myself Reading Wait World
We all have to die a bit every now and then and usually it’s so gradual that we end up more alive than ever. Infinitely old and infinitely alive.
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Alive Death End Gradual Infinite
The world is alive and no living thing has any remedy. That is our fortune.
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Alive Fortune Ourselves World
I’m an educated man, the prisons I know are subtle ones.
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Education Man Oneself Prison Subtle
we interpret life at moments of the deepest desperation.
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Desperation Life Moments
Nothing is ever behind us.
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Pace Right Time
There is a time for reciting poems and a time for fists.
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Fist Poem Recite Time
If I were to say what I really think I would be arrested or shut away in a lunatic asylum. Come on, I am sure that it would be the same for everyone.
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Arrest Myself Retard Thinking

Poetry and prison have always been neighbors.

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